By Nancy Hightower

i wore her favorite dress, the one

you accidentally stained with wine the night

you met her parents and babbled

about love at first sight. you wanted

to believe my body was hers, called me

by her name over and over again

once the dress was off, and I held on,

believing that perhaps by morning,

your words would come true.



Nancy Hightower’s short fiction and poetry has been published in Strange Horizons, Word Riot, storySouth, Gargoyle, Interfictions, Prick of the Spindle, and The New York Quarterly, among others.  Her debut novel Elementari Rising came out with Pink Narcissus Press in 2013, and her poetry “The Acolyte” will be published by Port Yonder Press. She currently reviews science fiction and fantasy for The Washington Post.

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